This is a song about "Baby don t cut"

That's word to my mom

We in the mob im the don,

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Shit is on silent all day long

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Hit me so bad baby girl give me a upper cut

There’s no looking out, got cut,

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen